Trek into Ponyville reveals character traits
I have an awful habit.
It’s annoying and can be bothersome to others. But try as I might, I just can’t seem to break it.
However, I know I’ve got to come clean. When I watch television, catch a movie or even read a book, I can’t help but relate the characters or situations back to me or my friends.
I suppose it’s something I’ve always done. Growing up, I listened to a lot of country music, and as we all know, there’s a country song for everything. Your dog died, you got dumped or your boss fired you. You name it, and some country star somewhere has recorded a song about it.
Many people can easily relate to lyrics. It’s why sad songs make us cry. Or why my high school chose a particular song for our senior prom theme. For mine, we chose Shania Twain’s “From This Moment On.”
However, I took my awful habit to a whole new level this week. And I might be a little ashamed of myself.
A friend recently proclaimed me to be “Rainbow Dash” to one of her buddies. The second friend gleefully replied that she didn’t know a real Rainbow Dash and was happy to have found one.
For print purposes, we’ll say I politely inquired what they were talking about. I wasn’t prepared for the answer they gave me.
I’d become a pony. “My Little Pony” to be exact. So a special pony, but a pony nonetheless. So I took my questions a step further and asked what made me this particular pony.
“She’s a bully,” said my friend with a laugh. Her compatriot was quick to counter with a more tactful response: “She’s confident!”
As I tried to decide if I’d been insulted, I vowed to check into this pony. Even if it meant checking out “My Little Pony.” I’m pretty certain it’d been at least 20 years since I’d watched an episode.
“My Little Pony” was unleashed on unsuspecting children in the 1980s and like every other little girl, I loved them. And seemingly like every other great thing of the past, it’s being redone, rebooted, revamped, etc.
Suffice it to say, my BFF and I sat down this week to check out “My Little Pony.” I was completely prepared to heckle and tear it apart. Instead, we were strangely engaged by the bright colors, cheerful ponies and their various trials and tribulations.
Upon further research, I discovered there is a whole community of adults that have been sucked into Ponydom. Even men are in on the fun, as there is an actual term for them: “Bronies.” I wish I was kidding. They’ll even be holding the largest gathering of Bronies in the world at the end of this month: BronyCon.
I don’t know what it is that appeals to people. For BFF and me, we had a fantastic time comparing the different ponies to our friends. We did discover Rainbow Dash really is my alter ego, although I hesitate to use the word “bully.” Opinionated and a little self-absorbed, maybe. Full of oomph, definitely.
It’s almost involuntary for me to relate to a show or movie I’m watching. I find little personality quirks and traits in characters that I can see in myself.
Take “Golden Girls,” for example. Ask most females, and they can relate to one of the characters. We all know a Rose, Dorothy, Sophia or Blanche. Your dim-witted friend? That’s Rose. The glamorous or slutty one? Definitely a Blanche. The sharp-witted and biting one? Could be Dorothy or Sophia. (I’m a Dorothy while BFF is definitely a Blanche — although not because she’s promiscuous.)
Sometimes, I guess, the best way for me to get engaged in a film or show is to put myself in their place. What made Betty Draper (of “Mad Men”) kiss that man? Why has Walter White (of “Breaking Bad”) selected this specific course of action? Should Elena (of “Vampire Diaries”) choose Stefan or Damon — or does she even need to choose?
For me, I want to know why my favorite (or hated) characters act the way they do. I look at their reasoning, their actions and the consequences that come from all of the above. Sometimes, I put myself in their shoes, and I just simply get it.
It’s a conversation BFG and I have had countless times. We come out of a movie and I’m irritated at something a character has done because I know personally the ramifications of such an action.
I crave the emotional connection. I want to feel and understand what I’m watching. Make me cry. Make me laugh. Make me scrunch my eyebrows in frustration.
I need it. I don’t know if it helps me understand the world around me, offers escapism or points to a borderline personality disorder.
Anybody else want to come clean and share their dirt?
Amanda Greever is assistant managing editor for print at The Daily Times. She is filling in for the vacationing Steve Wildsmith, who will return next week. Amanda can be reached at 981-1161 or (firstname.lastname@example.org) Follow her on Twitter: http://www.twitter.com _editor.